Marvel’s Big Villain

Protests erupted across the United States.

The main roads and city governments of major cities have become places for the American people to vent their anger.

The police are heavily armed and on high alert, strictly maintaining order and security, but even such small-scale conflicts and bloodshed are still taking place.

Governors of various states and mayors of cities have delivered speeches in the government and TV media, firmly determined to fight the clown organization, and at the same time hoped that the people would calm down and look at the problem rationally.

As the protests unfolded in full swing, Jason's reputation also rose, easily breaking through the 10 million mark.

In the biological laboratory, Jason was listening to Dr. Stern's report on the progress of drug development in the conference room.

The second-generation Ark reactor and gamma technology are currently the most important tasks of the Joker organization.

In order to know what he knows, Jason runs back and forth between the two laboratories every day at two o'clock and one line.

【Ding! The prestige value has reached 10000000 points, congratulations to the host for getting a chance to recruit a fellow party, do you want to use it immediately? 】

After half a year, it was finally time to recruit colleagues again.

Jason didn't change his face, but his mood was inevitably a little excited.

【Ding! The villain's accomplice 'Moser Alex' has been activated, and the source of the character is "The Prototype of Massacre"! 】

[Reminder: The party has lost all memory, please use force or intelligence to persuade them to recruit. 】

"Mercer Alex?"

Jason frowned slightly, searching for the name in his mind.

Well, no memory at all.

…………

A hospital in Manhattan.

The energy ball Jason dropped before leaving killed and injured more than 20,000 people, and the pressure on hospitals in New York doubled instantly.

Because there were too many people and the hospital beds and equipment were not enough, a large number of injured with moderate or minor injuries could only lie in the hospital corridors.

At a glance, the long corridor is full of moaning patients, and the doctors and nurses don't even have a place to stay.

Hospital beds, equipment, doctors, and nurses are under a lot of pressure, and the level of treatment will inevitably plummet. Many wounded who still have a chance of life are delayed to death.

Once a patient dies, the hospital will immediately send the person to the morgue, and if the family can be contacted, the family will handle it by themselves.

If there is no identity and no family members can be contacted, they will have to be dragged away by the corpse truck and go straight to the crematorium.

It's cruel, but it's the best way for now.

The morgue is a gloomy place, which is a consensus in any country.

However, compared to being exhausted and busy upstairs and enduring insults and complaints from patients, it is also a good choice to sit here and enjoy the air-conditioning.

The three doctors on duty today also have this idea.

They had just handed over the patient's body with the family members, and they were chatting and inspecting the morgue.

Because there are too many corpses and there are not enough freezers, a large number of corpses are placed directly on the mortuary beds, and the entire mortuary is covered with hundreds of mortuary beds.

Although the temperature here is not as good as the freezer, it is still minus degrees Celsius. The three doctors are wearing coats and rubbing their hands to keep warm.

"God, when will this bad luck end, I can only sleep three hours a day now."

"The patients in the corridor are full, and everyone is working overtime. It will take at least half a month to resume normal operation."

"Fortunately, the hospitals in the surrounding cities helped to share a lot of patients, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to sleep for three hours."

"Fairies fight, mortals suffer. New York is the headquarters of the clown organization. Staying here is not a long-term solution. I plan to leave my job and go to other cities."

"Hey! It's the same wherever you go. Don't talk about domestic, the influence of the clown organization has begun to expand abroad, isn't it Paris?"

"That's better than New York. I'm going to live in a small city, with a small population and little influence. The clown organization probably won't like it."

"The black-skinned government is hopeless, and the only hope is superheroes like Iron Man and Captain America."

"Yeah, if even these superheroes can't help, the earth will fall into the hands of the clown organization sooner or later, and I will wake up when I think of the future picture."

"I agree with you. And time is running out for superheroes."

The three chatted casually, but they were all pessimistic about the future.

"what!"

"What's wrong?"

"Look, this guy has a problem."

Passing by a mortuary bed, the careful doctor discovered the problem.

This is a young man wearing a black and red jumper and jeans.

The three of them gathered around the bed to observe, the expressions on their faces became more and more solemn,

The corpse truck comes twice a day, which means that all the dead bodies here have not been dead for more than 12 hours.

As we all know, at this stage the blood of the corpse will coagulate, the skin will turn black, and the rigors will begin to spread, and the man will achieve the last and most powerful firmness in his life.

And the corpse in front of him had a relaxed expression, smooth hair, fair skin, neat clothes, and no injuries on the outside. If he hadn't appeared in the morgue, everyone would have thought he was asleep.

The three doctors looked at each other, their eyes full of puzzlement and doubt.

A bold hand reached out and touched the skin of the corpse through the glove.

cold! soft!

According to the calculation of changes in the human body after death, the corpse at this time should be in the rigor stage, and the whole body is hard, and the rigor subsides and the corpse becomes soft after 36 hours.

There were more and more doubts in the eyes, and some doctors speculated: "Could it be a state of suspended animation?"

"Impossible. If you touch his body temperature, it is estimated to be only about ten degrees."

No matter who it is, as long as it is still in the human category, this body temperature will never survive.

Another doctor added: "Spending ten hours in sub-zero temperatures in such little clothes can turn a fake death into a real one."

The daring doctor lifted the eyelids of the dead body.

The pupils did not dilate and dull, but the eyeballs did not become flattened. He raised his arms again, and there was no sign of rigor.

"Strange, so strange."

The three doctors discussed for a long time, but they were still puzzled, so they had to call the hospital superiors for instructions.

"The corpse is very strange... There are two reactions of life and death at the same time... That's right... No alcohol and no sex... I swear, I'm so awake... Look, what's his name?"

A doctor knelt down to check the name tag: "Moser Alex."

"anything else?"

"No, only one name."

The moment the name was pronounced, the corpse frowned and sat up abruptly, as if a sleeping person was awakened by a nightmare.

"what!"

"Oh my God!"

"He's not dead, he's not dead!"

Seeing the corpse suddenly wake up, the three believers of God were completely stunned, and ran out of the mortuary, crying and howling.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

Alex held his head and panted heavily.

He raised his head and looked at everything around him, but it felt very strange.

My mind is also blank, except for common sense knowledge, there is no memory at all.

"Where is this place?"

"who I am?"